The cold wind howled atop the Twilight Tower.
The tower stood tall, overlooking the grand Sky City—a marvel painstakingly built over several years and one of the most prosperous cities in dragonkind’s history.

This city had once been a haven for countless war refugees among the dragons, a hub for cultural exchange and resource trade. Its brilliance had remained unmatched for the past century, let alone the last decade.

But now, the once vibrant and bustling city lay deathly silent. Moonlight illuminated empty streets, and cold winds swept through the desolate alleys. Only its creator remained, standing as its …